Classmate Li Zhuangsheng doesn’t want to be reborn

The two were taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

No wonder Hu Mengdie doesn't like Li Zhuangsheng; the man in her heart now is that Qi Haoyu, not their son!
So the current situation is that Hu Mengdie feels she has a boyfriend, and Li Zhuangsheng also knows that Hu Mengdie has a boyfriend!
"Let me tell you, no matter what Hu Mengdie was like before, she likes Qi Haoyu now. If they don't divorce, she could cheat on your precious son a few times at any time," Li Xiuyu added.

"...What was Zhuang Sheng thinking?" Chen Lanying sighed softly, her expression complex.

"Don't you understand your son? Of course he hopes that lovers will be united in marriage!"

"Nonsense... They're acting like high school students right now, so we can't let them do whatever they want... Marriage is a big deal, high school students don't understand, but don't you understand?"

Li Minghua gently reprimanded him, but his voice lacked conviction. The matter was too complicated; even he needed to think it over carefully.

In his view, it's almost impossible for adults to engage in a high school-style, childish romance. Should he really ruin his son's promising marriage because of this?
Besides, it's true they have amnesia now, but what if they regain their memories someday? If we really let them go now, how will we face them when they regain their memories?
However, the conflict between Li Zhuangsheng and Hu Mengdie at this moment is indeed difficult to resolve.

"He went to Hu Mengdie's house last night. Hu Mengdie had a fight with her parents and told Li Zhuangsheng in front of him that she didn't want to be with him anymore, and then she got beaten up. Li Zhuangsheng was afraid they would fight again last night, so he slept in Hu Mengdie's room. Do you know where Hu Mengdie made him sleep? She made him sleep on the floor. He lay on the floor all night and developed a fever this morning!"

"He has a fever? How is he now?" Chen Lanying was heartbroken when she heard this.

"I took him to get an IV drip, and his fever went down. He should still be sleeping over there now."

Chen Lanying shook her head repeatedly, muttering, "That Xiao Hu... how could he let someone sleep on the floor... sigh! This..."

"What's there to feel sorry for? It's a willing buyer and a willing seller. Li Zhuangsheng told me not to tell you, but I don't care anymore. If he doesn't divorce Hu Mengdie, he'll die a pathetic death sooner or later. You can make your own decision!" Li Xiuyu said bitterly.

Li Minghua and Chen Lanying fell silent again, with Chen Lanying sighing as she remained silent.

"This is a big deal, you need to let us think about it carefully... If the two of them really can't make it work... then there's no other way..."

Li Minghua sighed helplessly. He took out his cigarette case to smoke a cigarette, but found that the lighter wouldn't light, so he slammed the lighter into the trash can.

“Xiuyu, since your brother is sick, I’ll go with you to take care of him!” Chen Lanying stood up.

"He doesn't need your care," Li Xiuyu chuckled. "Someone's already taking care of him, and probably better than you!"

Li Xiuyu certainly wouldn't abandon the feverish Li Zhuangsheng, but he knew someone would take care of him. If he left, wouldn't that little slut use every trick in the book to fawn over him?
They're already eager to try, why should I bother? If I stay there, they'll just think I'm in their way!
……

"What?! You made him sleep on the floor last night?!" Xie Jiangqing exclaimed in surprise as she listened to Hu Mengdie recount the events of the previous day at a self-service barbecue restaurant.

"Keep your voice down..." Hu Mengdie looked around, seemingly a little embarrassed by Xie Jiangqing's loud shouting.

"Why did you let him sleep on the floor!" Xie Jiangqing lowered her voice, her tone reproachful.

"Well, there's nothing I can do..." Hu Mengdie lowered her head and said timidly, "Actually, I didn't make him sleep on the floor. I made him sleep on the table..."

"What's the difference?"

"I... I have nowhere else to sleep!"

Xie Jiangqing's eyelids twitched: "He must have been afraid that your dad would beat you, so he went to your room. How could you let him sleep on the floor!"

Hu Mengdie bit her lip, looking aggrieved, and said, "Then...I don't want to sleep in the same bed with him! Would you be willing to sleep in the same bed with a strange man?" Xie Jiangqing was speechless for a moment, then sighed heavily, "...But after all, he's your husband!"

"But I don't recognize it!"

"You've spent so many days together in Nanjing... and you still don't have any feelings for him?"

“I feel like he’s a bit too timid,” Hu Mengdie commented, puffing out her cheeks slightly. Recalling the scene of him protecting her during her parents’ outburst of anger, she couldn’t help but whisper, “However, he was quite brave when he stood up for my dad yesterday…that’s good.”

"Then why won't you let people go to bed!"

"Oh dear—why are you bringing this up again? Do you want to sleep with a strange husband?"

“At least I would never be like you,” Xie Jiangqing said, sipping her juice.

She imagined what it would be like if she woke up to find herself with a husband—at least she wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. As long as he didn't touch her without permission.

Although the husband I imagined had Li Zhuangsheng's face.

But it's hard to say whether this is fair, because she's taking a God's-eye view. She finds it difficult to objectively distinguish between her high school self and her current self, and she can't judge whether this basis is based on her understanding of Li Zhuangsheng from elementary school or her understanding of Li Zhuangsheng after he started dating Hu Mengdie.

Anyway, at this moment, she thought she probably wouldn't be so resistant.

"Okay, I was wrong. Actually, I feel quite guilty!" Hu Mengdie muttered softly. "He had a fever this morning, and I feel really bad about it."

"Huh?" Xie Jiangqing exclaimed in surprise again, "Doesn't he have a blanket at night?"

Hearing this, Hu Mengdie lowered her head even further: "I only have one quilt, so it's hard to divide it, but the air conditioner is on..."

Xie Jiangqing's lips twitched slightly. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't.

"I give up... You two slept together for so long, what haven't you seen each other? Why are you acting so distant now?" Xie Jiangqing couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Hu Mengdie remained silent: "But I don't remember, I have no recollection whatsoever..."

A look of pain crossed her face. Yes, without her knowledge, her innocence had been shattered. No matter how much she denied it, it was an undeniable fact.

Xie Jiangqing pressed further, "Does his sister know that he slept on the floor?"

"I don't think he knows... He didn't tell my mom, but he might have told his sister."

"He definitely won't tell, but Li Xiuyu might be able to guess." Xie Jiangqing shook her head. "Sigh, what kind of situation is this? Even if he likes you a lot, you've done this, and he'll probably be heartbroken!"

"Probably not..."

Hu Mengdie hesitated, but then suddenly remembered the stack of shredded pieces on the table. She had torn them up in a fit of rage last night, and he must have seen those photos. A slight pang of regret and annoyance stirred within her.

But since things had come to this, she stubbornly said, "So be it, I can't help it if you're sad..." (End of Chapter)